A Water Colored Masterpiece

Looking back on my life I see a blur of watercolors. Some are bright and warm, Those are for when I shined my brightest. When I was conquering my dreams, 'Chasing my destiny' as some would say.

Others are faded blues and purples. These colors appear because I have not always had a glamorous life. Yes, for me there have been many washouts, Times in my life when all I could see was a darkness that haunted my every move. All I could feel was the wind rushing past me as I fell, Deeper into a never-ending pit.

It's funny. When I was younger it seems as if I was blind to that pit. I could just step around it, no problem, and no pain. Now I am always on the edge of falling back in.

I do not know how I was freed from the falling, Nor do I remember my first moments of fresh air. Perhaps it just took time, Perhaps I had been falling for so long that I did not realize when I started falling up. Feeling the same wind pushing me, just toward the surface instead of farther down.

I am back. I have seen the darker side and returned barely glowing. When I think about my time in that pit I feel grateful. It shaped and molded me for tomorrow, Preparing me for the challenges ahead.

This is the story behind my water-colored life. It's painting, though not the boldest masterpiece, A masterpiece non the less. The masterpiece of my life.

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